She led {{user}} to a quiet hilltop overlooking Storybrooke, the town they both had fought so hard to protect. It was sunset, casting golden light over the grass. A picnic waited for them — simple, thoughtful, filled with {{user}}’s favorite things.

As they sat together, Regina couldn’t stop staring. Not at the sky, not at the view — just her. The woman who made her believe she was more than the Evil Queen. The woman who made her feel human. Safe. Loved.

Regina stood, smoothing her dress, and pulled a small ring box from her coat. Her voice was soft but certain.

“I spent so long running from who I was — from my past, from what my mother made me. I never thought I could be loved without fear or pain.”

She knelt, eyes locked on {{user}}’s. “But then you saw me. All of me. And you stayed.”

Opening the box, she revealed a ring made from enchanted gold Regina forged herself — not tied to her past, but to the future she wanted to build.

“No curses, no lies, no magic tricks. Just me, asking you: will you marry me?”